Look into my eyes

When I was about Sticky Baby's age, my poor mother was at her wits end. I was a tough little nut, always on the go, super hectic, lots of nervous energy, couldn't always calm myself down, a bit more crazed than the average child. I was a bit of a baby-goth too, favouring anything black, eating insects when my mother wasn't looking, grunting aggressively at passers-by and attacking my older sister with a broom. Dark, broody, a bit on the weird side. Charming little girl.

Maternal instinct on high alert, mum decided that perhaps she should have me assessed. A friend suggested she take me to an Iridologist. Iridology is an alternative medicine technique whose proponents believe that patterns, colors, and other characteristics of the iris can be examined to determine information about a patient's systemic health.  Iridologists see the eyes as "windows" into the body's state of health. They use charts to distinguish between healthy systems and organs in the body and those that are overactive, inflamed, or distressed.

Long story short, the Iridologist took one look into my wittle peepers and announced that I was severely deficient in magnesium. A magnesium deficiency in children can lead to an overactive nervous system, a child that seems to be on fast-forward all the time, can't sit still, never 'veges out', constantly moving fast with jerky movements. Basically Speed-Baby. My mother says that within 24 hours of stuffing the magnesium supplements down my gob she saw changes in my behaviour. From weird to wonderful. Anxious to adorable. In her words, "From lion to lamb".

Ok, so fast forward 30 years. I pop out Sticky Baby. Papadada and I start to get the feeling that this little boy is also particularly WIRED and BUZZED,  like All.The.Time. He never stops. He is curious to no end. He will NEVER sit on your lap, only for a bottle and then, when he's done, he arches his back and bucks himself off until he lands on the floor. Everything is speedy and hectic and jerky and energised and EXHAUSTING. From the moment he wakes he is on the go. Up, down, around, under, over, loud, boisterous, go, go, go. Now, we love him the way he is, but as a mum, just like my mother did, I was starting to get a gut feeling that things were a little OTT (over the top) with the Stickster. He radiates nervous energy. He is fun and hilarious, but sometimes I sense him struggling with all of that electricity in his bod. He works himself up, clenches his fists, grunts and I can feel that he wants to slow down but doesn't really know how.

So I called an Iridologist.

The Iridologist took one look at him, and within seconds announced that he was severely deficient in magnesium. Deja vu anyone? Papadada and I breathed an audible sigh of relief. Because now it all makes sense. And now we have a solution. And now our little boy will be able to be a bit cruisier, a bit more relaxed, a bit more even tempered. We hope.

So we have a big jar of calcium-magnesium tablets to administer to our buzzy boy. 6 tablets daily. Big dose. The doctor said we should see some results in 4-7 days. Of course, like the doc says, "People are either labradors or Chihuahuas. You can't make them be something they're not". And nor do we want to! Sticky Baby? He's a Chihuahua in a Labrador's body. And we love him just the way he is. Yip Yip! Grrrrrr! Yip! Yip!

Will keep you posted on the results....